By Terry McDonagh
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They have a big family and enough sails for the open sea. 44 Then there are those winged sisters who can be so unpredictable. You stop them to ask the way but they’re among the clouds. Come on down sisters! I chant. You never did tell me what you work at? Planting wing-seeds is work: seeds close to the bone with all those flapping sisters and tears on my wet face. They’d had geese he said, and a green patch and a dog that made the geese flap. He left after a Christmas dinner to follow a girl on a gate – a girl with soft thighs who had filled far-away hills with lyrical poems – with earth.
49 Abschied She wrapped up her things, packed them into a silver locket and left before all the embers had died. The wild flowers on the flaking wall of the opposite platform had their own sense of place; this time she saw them. Out there in her twenties, there’d be vagrant smells and words dipped into wine. Yes! It was late spring. The flowers were shadow-wet. They kept their fragrance to themselves, but she could see their patterns shaping her juices in a frenzy of evergreen and chance. An old woman caught her eye – Abschied!
One morning he took me for a walk, showed me a little wound and told me of his children. Behind a church, he turned his pockets out. They were full of cuttings from the past.
A World Without Stone: New and Selected Poems by Terry McDonagh